Linda confesses to Marcia

By Sheila Smith

Published on Apr 27, 2007

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We cuddled, hoping to keep the bad dreams at bay. I felt Marcia's fingers in my long blond hair and the warmth of her bosom against me, and for the moment I felt safe. Marcia had not believed at first me when I had told about the awful experience I had gone through earlier that day. When I described what had happened to me as rape, I could see the disbelief in her eyes. But, whatever she believed, she immediately tried to comfort me, cuddling me and stroking my hair and planting affectionate kisses on my forehead.

When I had arrived at her flat, my hair dishevelled and my dress open, she had immediately stripped me down to my black underwear. Realising that I might have felt embarrassed at being half-naked in front of her, she simply removed her own outer clothing that we might be on equal terms, which I thought was a wonderfully friendly and loving gesture. We curled up on her sofa and she held me tightly against her while I told her, hesitatingly at first, but later in a rush, what had happened to me at the office that morning when I found myself completely alone with my supervisor. I never thought that I would be the victim of sexual harassment, much less of rape, at my place of work, least of all when my supervisor was, to all appearances, a respectable married woman!

Marcia's warm body against mine and that reassuring hand on my leg, gave me the comfort I needed, and also the courage to face the awful truth about what had happened. Mrs Mackey - call me Sue, she said - had always been a bit clingy, touching me and standing a bit too close for my liking, but I had not taken any notice of it. Of course I had heard the office gossip about her sexual proclivities, but I dismissed them. It just didn't make sense that one woman would be sexually interested in another woman. Until this morning, when she had followed me into the restroom where I had gone to change my tampon. I was at the end of my period, but I always like to keep a tampon in for a day or two after my flow ceases, just in case. It was amazing. Just as I was inserting a tampon into my vagina, she came in and stood watching me. Perhaps it was partly my fault that I had not bothered to close the cubicle door, but all the same, I was really disconcerted when she just stood at the door, chatting amiably while I was involved in one of the most intimate activities. Then she pounced. I can't remember exactly what she said, but it was something to do with the best way to insert a tampon, and before I knew it, she had her hand between my legs and was pulling my tampon out by its little string. Then, still talking about I know not what, she inserted her finger into my vagina and started to fingerfuck me. I know that is not a very elegant phrase, but it describes exactly what she was doing to me. Well, if she wasn't actually fingerfucking me, it was the next thing to it, because she sort of worked her finger in and out of my pussy several times and she certainly seemed to be clawing with her fingers to find my G spot. Which she did. Needless to say, it did not arouse me. Well, not very much, although it is impossible not to react to somebody frigging your pussy in that way. I tried to get away, honest I did. Well, I didn't exactly try to get away, I was sort of mesmerised, so I suppose I just stood there, my leg up on the loo seat, while she, you know, did that to me. I mean, I certainly did nothing to encourage her, although I have to admit, looking back, that she was very good at what she was doing with her finger. But I really drew the line when she pushed into the cubicle and really forced herself on me, gabbling about how she had always found me attractive and how lonely she was and how much she appreciated my beauty... Well, I could hardly believe it when she kissed me full on the mouth. A woman kissing another woman! Well, it hardly bears thinking about! I pushed her away, or tried to, but Sue Mackey is a big woman. Her bosom is unbelievably heavy, and yet surprisingly firm and bouncy for her age. I was very aware of being crushed against it, and I was completely repulsed by the idea of being embraced passionately by another woman, although I have to admit that she certainly has a nice bosom, however you look at it. Anyway, as I say, I struggled to free myself from her grasp. Well, what I mean is that I just went sort of limp and refused to respond. Well, when I say I didn't respond, I have to admit that what with her fingering me like that and then kissing me, which she did quite passionately - she has a very full mouth and kisses rather well, I suppose - and feeling her bosom - God! What a pair of bazooms!! - well, it was not altogether unpleasant. In fact, I had always been fascinated by the stories about her preferring women, and I was sort of curious at my own reaction, you know, being aware of her boobs and thinking how well she kissed and that. No, what I mean is, I objected to being taken advantage of , you know, catching me off guard while I was putting my tampax in. I didn't want her to think she could just do what she liked with me. I finally managed to get through to her that I had work to do, and that I still had to put in a tampon before returning to my desk. Perhaps that is where I went wrong, because she immediately offered to insert the tampon for me. Well, I have never had a woman touching me intimately like that before, and I had no intention of starting now, so I said no thanks, I can manage perfectly well, thank you. But she was really insistent, and I began to get a bit frightened now, because she is such a big powerful woman - have you seen her legs, really muscular, makes shivers run up and down your spine - and she is my supervisor and I do need the job and there wasn't anyone else in the office today, so what could I do? I let her put my tampon in. But what a palaver for such a simple action! She fumbled and probed and prodded and slipped it half in and half out and started again and generally took ages. Actually, I realise now that it was all deliberate. She really didn't need to touch my clitoris as much as she did, or even touch it at all. Once might have been and accident, but, quite frankly, you would think she didn't know anything about a woman's genitals the way her fingers wandered this way and that, probing and poking and rubbing. I got really annoyed. Well, not annoyed exactly, because to tell you the truth, she was getting to my most sensitive spots and I was getting turned on despite myself. Well, when I say turned on, I don't mean I actually wanted her to do what she was doing, but once I decided to be passive and let her get on with it, it seemed to encourage her and within a very short time, she was, quite frankly, not to put to fine a point on it, fingering me in an explicitly sexual way. Now, honest to God, I did nothing whatever to encourage her, but it was hardly my fault if all this poking and probing and fondling caused me to start lubricating, and you know, well you don't actually know, but take my word for it, when I start to lubricate, it really pours out of me. I'm just built that way, but of course she must have taken it as a sign that she was getting me on, which in a way she was, not that I wanted her to, and before I knew it, she had plonked me down on the loo seat, pushed my legs wide open and was kneeling between my thighs staring lustfully at my pussy! Well, of course I was horrified. I have always been a very shy, modest woman, as you know, and I could have died of shame at that moment, having Sue Mackey on her knees in front of me staring down at my, you know, my nakedness, like it says in the bible. I suppose I should have tried to get away, or something, but I was sort of mesmerised. I honestly couldn't believe that this was really happening! Anyway, before I could draw breath, she, well I can still hardly believe what she did, and I don't expect you to believe it but it is the honest truth, she, she actually put her mouth over my pussy and started, well, sort of, well, licking it ! I mean really licking it like a cat lapping up milk. I was dumbfounded! I wriggled a bit, but she had got her hands on my hips and - well, by this time my legs were over her shoulders, don't ask me how that happened, I didn't do it, well, not deliberately, she must have hoisted them up without my noticing, well, I suppose I must have noticed, and, after all, you like to get your legs up and splayed wide for sex, don't you?, not that I was expecting to have sex with Sue Mackey, although by this time I was so worked up, what with her mouth and her fingers on me, that I am not sure what I thought or what I wanter. Anyway, the truth is that I couldn't really get away from her. Well, to tell you the absolute truth, I think I was paralysed. It was as if my limbs had lost all use. I just sat there, legs splayed wide open and resting on her shoulders, and let her get on with it. Not that I could ignore what she was doing, because I could feel her tongue flicking back and forth over my clitty, and that is enough to turn any woman on, isn't it? I don't mean that I was enjoying it, far from it, but you can't expect to sit there as if you were made of stone when someone is doing that to you. Of course it wasn't my fault but I lubricated more and more, and of course you know what aroma arises from between your legs when you get excited, and I guess the more I lubricated, the smell from my pussy got her all worked up, and the more she got worked up, the more, you know, abandoned she became, I mean, like she wanted to eat me up or something! . Her tongue, well I have to admit that it was more like a snake than a tongue, seemed to be everywhere, and when I felt her sticking into, I mean, right inside my, well you know, I could hardly believe it! What kind of woman was she that she would even want to do that to another woman? I was gobsmacked, to tell you the truth, and just thought what an evil old bag she really was to be doing such filthy things to me. Mind you, I can't deny that I was getting some amazing fluttery feelings in the pit of my stomach despite myself, and, well, to be frank, although I can hardly believe I am telling you this, I, well, I, look, I hope you don't think I am some kind of a pervert, but I actually had an orgasm! Well, to be honest, I had several orgasms. Well, to be absolutely frank - and this does not mean that I excuse her for what she did to me - I mean, I had what I suppose you would call a multiple orgasm. Have you ever had anything like that? You know, when you just keep having, well, like spasm after spasm, and each one is more intense than the one before? Well, I guess that is what happened to me. Every time she flicked her tongue over my clitty, I felt another great, you know, like, surge, like a great wave. And, I know I shouldn't say this, but I almost enjoyed it. I mean, of course I hated her for what she was doing, but I have to recognise that what she did she did expertly and she certainly knew how to, you know, hit my sensitive spots, something no man has ever been able to do. In fact, I almost passed out, I was so breathless, what with all those orgasms and my whole body was trembling and I was, like, you know, in a sort of ecstatic trance or something, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a mixture of fear and excitement, loathing and lust... Anyway, this is all very embarrassing, and I am sure you don't want to hear any more. But I must just tell you that the final straw for me was when she came up and - now this is really unbelievable but it is the god's honest truth - she actually came up and, her mouth wet with my, you know, with all my, well, like, lubricating juices, she actually came up and kissed me full on the mouth ! Can you imagine how that smelt, how that tasted? It was awful, disgusting, nauseating. I nearly threw up. Well, I say threw up, but in fact, the funny thing was that after my initial reaction, which was that of any decent woman, I sort of, well, I am almost too ashamed to admit this, but I, well, ok, frankly, I really liked the taste of her mouth on mine! There. You probably think that I am a shameless pervert or something, but, honestly, Marcia, if I can't tell you, my best friend, my true feelings, who can I tell? There was something about the whole experience that really turned me on. I mean, I am not condoning for one moment what that dreadful woman did, the way she took advantage of her position to force me to submit to her will, but all I am saying is that, in spite of everything, I, well, I can hardly believe I am saying this, but I had an incredible sexual experience. I mean, you read about multiple orgasms, but who ever had one? I was so worked up, to be perfectly frank with you, by all that tonguing and stuff, that I just went on having orgasm after orgasm, and that final kiss, and I am talking open mouths tonguing and the lot, just brought me to another climax. I don't know if it was the taste and the smell of, well, you know, like, pussy, but I always think that sort of smell of a woman on heat is particularly sexy, but she must have done something to ring my bell the way she did. Marcia, I'm sorry to burden you with all this.

It's no burden, Linda. You have been through quite an ordeal!

She hugged me again and planted little kisses on my forehead. The way we were sitting, each of us had our pussies against the other's knee, and I found myself shifting my position to press my fanny against the hard knob of her kneecap. It was a really pleasurable sensation, and I could feel the first tiny tingling in my clitty as she moved her position slightly. Then I became aware of the heat of her pussy against my knee. Was it my imagination, or was she beginning to pant a little? I snuggled into her warm body, grateful for her arms around me and for the comforting fullness of her breasts. Yes, she was panting! And wriggling, almost imperceptible movements as she rubbed herself off on my knee. My Marcia was getting it on! With me! My clitty really began to tingle now. I looked up at her and saw a look in her eyes that I had never seen before, a look of pure sexual longing. Her lips were temptingly near, wet and parted. I closed my eyes and raised my mouth towards her, driven as much as she was by the desire for closer physical contact. When I felt her mouth come down on mine, a wonderful surge swept through my body. Then she broke off the kiss. I opened my eyes. She looked frightened and confused.

It's all right, honey, I said. It's all right. Just a kiss, that's all. And a very beautiful kiss, too.

I.. I.. don't know what came over me, she said, a slight tremor in her voice revealing her apprehension.

You were just trying to comfort me, Marcia, and I am really grateful for that.

When she spoke again, her voice had changed. Flat and hard.

Come off it, Linda! We both know what's going on here! I can feel your pussy against my knee. It's on fire!

So is yours, Marcia. If I am randy, then you are too.

Of course I'm bloody randy! Who wouldn't be, listening to your talesof love and lust behind the filing cabinet with Sue Big-boobs Mackey!

That's not fair...

Come on, Linda, my love, you admitted yourself that she "rang your bell". What you are telling me is that you enjoyed her attentions. Sue didn't rape you. You were a willing partner!

Are you saying that I wanted her to do the things she did to me?

Well, you must have given her some kind of comeon. Like changing your tampax without closing the door. Comoe on, female supervisors don't just jump their female colleagues without some, well, provocation."

You're saying I led her on?

Marcia paused. Then she held me at arm's length and looked at me appraisingly.

Look, Linda, what I am saying is that you are a very sexy lady, and I don't blame Sue for what she did. I would have done the same myself if...

If what?

If I had the hots for you the way she has.

You have the hots for me? Are you telling me you could be sexually attracted to me?

What about you? Could you feel that way about me?

We looked long into each other's eyes, trying to identify the feelings that neither of us could articulate. I could see lust and love in Marcia's eyes, and I damn well knew that I was getting really horny for her. She was the first to break the silence.

I wouldn't know what to do, Linda, she said in a voice little above a whisper.

Neither would I, Marcia, but I'd like to try. I find you very attractive. Always have done.

What? You mean you've thought about, about me that way, you know, about me sexually?

Yes. Many times. Oh, look, Marcia, when I masturbate, it's you I think about. I find you really horny. Even when Sue was shagging me, I tried to imagine it was you!

My God, my best friend's a lesbian and I didn't know it till now!

Oh come on, Marcia, when it comes down to it, we're all lesbians. Being a woman is the only qualification you need.

Have you..have you done it with other women, I mean, apart from Sue Mackey?

No, but I've thought about it a thousand times. I can't go into a lingerie store without getting horny. I can't watch the Miss World contest without getting my finger inside myself. I'm always sizing women up, wondering what it would be like to lie naked in their arms, wondering which ones would come on to me, and which ones wouldn't. I'm being perfectly honest with you, Marcia. I spend most of my time wondering what it would be like to make love to another woman. At least after my encounter today with Sue Mackey, I have some idea.

And?

And I like it. It's fantastic!

Let's do it, then!

Whoopee!!

Linda is a tiger when it comes to sex. I had no idea just how horny she was till we fell on each other that evening.

[Comments to Sheila sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/whereloveis/]

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